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anonymous asked:


This is probably not quite exactly what you wanted and it got a little risqué on account of who I am as a person but here you go, anon! Postgame BotW, 500~ words. 


“Did you get grease on my tunic again?” Link calls over the railing of the loft.

Zelda smiles and hums, paying him no mind as she sets the table for breakfast. “I made baked apple pancakes. Are you coming down?”

“… give me five minutes.”

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I was pretty sure I posted something about this in the morning but I cannot find it now anyway~

I now everyone is excited to see Lars making magic alien portals but, Am I the only one freaking out about the possibility of him being immortal?!!

I mean, how old is Lion? He was around in Buddy’s book and that was before the discovery of Beach City. 

So, what do you think about our new pink zombie team? Are they immortal or aging slowly? Is Lars going to cry? (I bet a pineapple he does)

Other random theories:

Steven’s  “Magic destiny”


anonymous asked:

What do you think of the original blue paladin Blaytz openly flirting with a male servant in voltron?

*sigh* I’ve said it before I’ll say it again. I’m sick, to death of this. Of having minor side characters being made gay in a way that if you blink you miss it and if you’re a jerk you can be like “no they’re not”

for one thing the unnamed dude he’s flirting with is pretty androgynous, you can almost hear the producers saying “make sure he doesn’t look too manly okay?” second the flirting is fairly weak tea. If Voltron wants to gay representation (which seems to be a thing a lot of it’s fans want) go for it, don’t give a side character we see for an episode who barely speaks a husband in one background shot for 3 seconds, or anything like this. Give us a character who is gay! who flirts with dudes, mentions liking dudes, who is not just there for 4 seconds of one episode. It reminds me of how in Friends some times you’ll see a random black extra just so they could say it wasn’t all white people. 

I’m not posting to say that any one Voltron character is or should be gay, this is not a Voltron only problem. What I am saying is, this isn’t representation, it’s fine, there are gay people and it’s fine to have us pop up in the brackground. But people don’t freak out and act like this 10 seconds of kinda vague screen time is like Voltron threw a gay pride march through the middle of season 3. Don’t take scraps from mainstream media and act like it’s a feast. 

Harry Freaking Potter {S.M}

requested//a Shawn imagine where he comes back from tour early and you cuddle while watching Harry Potter {Christmas special}

It was three days before Christmas. Today was the day. Shawn should be home, like he has for the past two years. Today, of all days, Shawn should be here. This was more important to you than Christmas itself, more important to you than your anniversary… Well maybe not that but it was pretty important.
Today was the day that you and Shawn always watched Harry Potter. You would get in Christmas pajamas and exchange your Christmas gifts. It was what you looked forward to every year. This would’ve been the third year that the tradition would’ve continued. But instead of eating muffins and drinking hot chocolate with Shawn, you were sitting on the couch in your apartment watching the same Christmas special of Friends that was on two hours ago drinking a red Fanta. This episode was your favorite, but you couldn’t seem to find yourself enjoying it. You were sad, and your phone kept ringing and you didn’t feel like answering it. You wanted to watch this episode of Friends for the third time today and ignore the world. But your darn cell phone just kept ringing. You heard the gosh darn ringtone at least seven times.
Eight times.
Nine times.
Ten times.
You picked up the phone because you couldn’t stand to hear Taylor Swift sing the chorus of “Sparks Fly” one more time. You picked up the phone without even looking at the caller ID.
“What do you want.” You snap into the phone a little more rude than you intended, but you didn’t want to talk to anyone, and I mean ANYONE.
“Babe, I want you to know I’m outside your door.” Shawn chuckles. Shawn. As in Mendes. The guy you wished could be here. Was on the phone when he said he was going to be busy all day long and you didn’t think you would hear from him all day long.
“Shawn oh my god hey I thought you were busy!” You say changing your tone of voice.
“Did you hear what I said?” He laughs. You think back to what he said before.
Holy crap. Shawn was at your front door. You sprung up from the couch and ran to your front door of your apartment. You quickly slung it open. And there he was.
His hair was messy, and he was wearing Santa pajama pants and a black sweatshirt. You couldn’t believe he was right there. You almost started crying. You just were so excited he was right there with you.
“You’re here.” You whispered, a tear escaping your eye.
“I’m here.” He says back and you walk into his arms, wrapping them around him like you were never going to be able to hug him again. His muscular arms wrapped around your small torso.
“God, I missed you.” You mumble into his shoulder. You were slightly lifted off the ground by Shawn, because he was so tall and that’s the only way you couldn’t hug him like this without him bending it down.
“I missed you more my dear.” He says, giving you another squeeze. You couldn’t believe he was actually here. You were certain Shawn wasn’t going to be here and you were planning to sulk the rest of the night. But here he was, hugging you tight and your face was buried in his neck. You could stay like this forever, but you knew you wouldn’t. He pulls away. At first it made you sad, because you felt like when he let go he would be gone. But he was still standing right there when he pulled away. You were so happy he was here. You weren’t surprised when a tear escaped from your cheek. He looks you up and down. You were wearing gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt. The sweatshirt just so happened to be Shawn’s. You took it from his place before he left for tour. It smelled like him. You suddenly felt self conscious, unsure why. You weren’t sure what was wrong with you but it made you slightly upset. He frowned a little.
“What?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“Oh, nothing darling you look beautiful. You aren’t wearing the pajamas…” He says. You laughed a little. You were relived. You silently scolded yourself for thinking Shawn would ever in a million years ever make you feel badly about yourself. Your worried face washed over with a small grin.
“Okay, okay! I’ll go change into my Santa pajama pants so you aren’t lonely.” You say and kiss his nose lightly. You run up to your room and rummage through your drawer, finally finding the Santa pajama pants that Shawn had gotten you for Christmas last year. You quickly took off your sweatpants and pulled on the Santa pajamas that matched Shawn’s. You proceeded to run downstairs, almost falling down the stairs might I add, and Shawn is kneeling by the DVD player, already staring to load the first Harry Potter movie. You smile to yourself.
“You have no idea how happy I am that you are here.” You say, walking slowly over to Shawn. He pushes the DVD into the player and looks up at you with a smile.
“I’m happy I’m here too.” He stands up and walks over to you. He had taken off his sweatshirt and was now in his thin white t-shirt that was basically see through. It was pretty freaking hot to say the least. He makes his way over to you and wraps his arms around your waist.
“Don’t you look lovely.” He whispers in your ear and kisses your neck.
“I’m wearing your sweatshirt and Santa Claus pajama pants, I’m not really a Victoria Secret model.” You laugh a little.
“I think you are absolutely gorgeous.” He says a little dramatically and gives you a kiss on the mouth briefly, giving a loud ‘MUAH!’
“Thank you, handsome.” You giggle, running your hands over his stomach. His eyes flash worry and he takes your hands away. He really hates when you give him attention like that. You weren’t sure why, but it really made him uncomfortable.
“Let’s watch the movies. I’ve been waiting all year for this.” He says and kisses your neck lightly. You shiver at the ghostly feeling of his lips.
“Yeah, let’s do it.” You say, taking Shawn’s hand into yours and leading him to your couch. He sits down, you sitting next to him. You swing your legs over his, basically sitting in his lap. He places his hand on your thigh, smiling at you.
“The remote is by your leg, hand it to me.” You laugh. His cheeks turn red and he hands you the remote. You click buttons and start to set up the movie. The movie starts to play. His hand tightens a little on your thigh, almost to where it tickles you. But it doesn’t.
“Thanks for coming home for this.” You sigh.
“I’m sad I have to leave in four days.” He whispers, resting his head on your neck.
“Four days!” You say excited. He laughs a little.
“Didn’t know you didn’t wanted me to leave so early.”
“No! You are going to be here for Christmas!” You squeal, hugging onto him tight. You couldn’t be happier. Not only was he here for the marathon, he was going to be here for Christmas, your favorite holiday.
“Oh, I seem to have forgotten to mention that.” He smiles a little, kissing your cheek.
“This is the best Christmas present I could ask for!” You say, squeezing him tighter, peppering his face with kisses. Your hands move up to his face as you start kissing him deeply. His hands move from your thigh to your lower back. Your lips moving in sync. You could feel things heating up, but Shawn stops abruptly. Both of you were breathing heavy and your lips were swollen and his hair was spiked up from your fingers running through it. You give him a confused look.
“Look, darling I’m sorry but the owl part is about to happen and that’s my favorite part.”

this was a complete mess but Christmas imagine special!! idk why I wrote this bc I hate Christmas!! But this took me a whole Sunday to write wow I gotta drive to rehearsals :))

anonymous asked:

I started out as a Klance and Shallura shipper who was pro other ships but didn't really ship anything else, I was quite content in my little bubble. And then somehow or another you guys burst onto my dash and your epic shitposts amused me so I followed you all and now you've drug me into multishipper hell but it's amazing and makes me feel like I went from seeing the fandom in black and white to full freaking Technicolor so I just wanna say how much I love you all! ♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡

Okay but dude same? I relate to the shallura and klance parts but then BAM other ships popped up and I was drawn into them and am now in multi shipping hell tbh. We’re so happy that you love our shit posts lmao and we love you too nonnie! <3

The Signs as Weird Things I Said to Myself

Aries: Socks with sandals just makes me want to choke myself.

Taurus: How can people see without glasses? That seems fake…but ok.

Gemini: I wonder what it’s like to be pretty? Oh wait! I am!!

Cancer: I hate everyone. Well…not my family…or my friends…or *starts naming all the famous people I love*

Leo: White boys are so funny, you just got to love them… 

Virgo: Eating this whole cheese steak isn’t fat, right?

Libra: *realises all the things i want* I WISH I WAS A BILLIONAIRE SO FREAKING BAD!!!

Scorpio: ALL I HAVE FOR HOMEWORK IS HISTORRRY AYE AYE!! *melody to centuries by Fall Out Boy*

Aquarius: Since when did school become so important to human kind?

Sagittarius: Man I need to be rich ASAP cause this poor ish ain’t working.

Capricorn: Niall Horan is so gorgeous! Like HOW? WhAT?? LIke It’s UnNAturAL

Pisces: I can’t live without Supernatural. Or Doctor Who. Or video games. Or One Direction Or… *goes on for a while really*

i LOVE Mads´ teeth tbh! So much that here I am writing a post about them. Once I saw one negative comment about his teeth on yt from a totally irrelevant person and it doesn˙t matter of course, but I personally really love his teeth. I love how he didn´t decide to change them after he became an actor for those, ugly ass, big ass, too white ass, bricks for teeth aka the ones you can see from a freaking airplane and the ones, I believe, 99% of the Hollywood has. His teeth are really unique looking and they fit him in my opinion. He has a very unique face too and his teeth make his appearance even more unique and they just fit him. I can´t honestly imagine him with different teeth. With, what many I believe consider to be, ˝the perfect teeth˝. I just can´t lol. I love his pointy ass teeth and I hope Mads isn´t insecure about them because they are really amazing and wonderful lol

anonymous asked:

I'm going to give you a cute request so you don't have to deal with sadness while you're sick :* Overprotective sweet dorks (Gom, takao & kiyoshi-your bae-) freaking out over seeing their scared s/o (you can choose whatever scared them :o it can be a mix of serious & silly). Thank you senpai!

YES YES. THANK YOU FOR THINKING OF ME as I am currently wrapped like a burrito under my blankets. 

Aomine: You looked like you were about to cry - your face a sickly, pale white as you came out of the bathroom. “Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, noticing how quickly your cheerful mood left you. You were borderline shaking, your hands were trembling by your side. He rushed up next to you to touch your shoulder delicately. “Babe?” he questioned again. “Dai, I’ve forgotten to take my pills,” you responded shakily. “What pills?” he asked nervously. Oh god. The last thing he had to know was that you were diagnosed with third-stage liver disease and you were going to die if you didn’t take your pills and… Your voice cut across his running imagination. “Birth control pills, oh my God Dai, and we just did it yesterday too. I’m going to be PREGNANT. IN COLLEGE. AN-” Now this time it was his chance to shut you up. “If you get pregnant, I’ll just take care of you, no big deal,” he said, rolling his eyes. He picked you up, bridal style, and headed back towards the comfortable couch. “Scared me shitless for a second there.” He paused, “Oh, and that weird tea you always drink? Your mom told me it helps with birth control.” 

Midorima: “Shin, I’m scared,” you whispered into his collar early that morning. It was the day of your law school exam, and this was the determining factor for your future. In the past week, you weren’t even able to swallow your food correctly, never mind study. You could only hope you were prepared enough. Midorima, however, didn’t help the situation by abruptly sitting up in bed, and throwing your head off his shoulder. “I’ll be right back,” he said, swinging his legs off the mattress and walking his way to his office, where you heard a bunch of objects being clattered around the floor. He returned with an armful of dream catchers and a stuffed turkey, which you presumed to be your lucky item. “Just fall back asleep, ____. These will help with nightmares,” he commanded. Annoyed, you threw the pillow you were sleeping at his face. You couldn’t believe he didn’t remember. Because he wasn’t wearing glasses, he couldn’t dodge the white, fluffy piece of mass. “SHINTAROU, I HAVE A TEST IN THREE HOURS. I CAN’T SLEEP.” 

Murasakibara: Atsushi was prepared to dig into the souffle you had made for him, but his purple eyes instantly perked at your nervous expression. You seemed, quite frankly, scared. “____-chin, you alright?” he asked. You only gulped and nodded nervously. Just as he was about to slice his fork into its surface, you stopped him with an intake of breath. “____-chin, you didn’t poison me, did you?” You shook your head fervently. Atsushi immediately appeared concerned. “What’s wrong? Your face is wrinkly because your eyebrows are creased together.” You closed your eyes, and confessed, “I think I accidentally used expired cheese in your souffle.” His purple eyes widened. “I JUST REMEMBERED IN THE CAR. I’m so sorry Atsu-” The boy simply spooned himself a large chunk of souffle. “It tastes fine,” he acknowledged, munching pieces between his teeth. Two hours later, his stomach wasn’t fine. 

Kise: “Why do you look so nervous, ____-cchi?” your boyfriend asked your awkwardly shifting frame. You were about to leave his modeling shoot, but the group of growing teen girls outside were making your nervous. In fact, some comments you overheard were particularly mean and downright nasty, aimed at you because you were Kise’s girlfriend. The worst ones were about egging your car or leaving threatening packages at your house, though, but you didn’t want to worry your boyfriend with that. “Nothing, haha. I’m just…a bit cold that’s all,” you said, bouncing on your heels to hide your nervousness. “Cold? You want my jacket? I don’t want you getting sick…” He followed your eyes towards the doorway and noticed the growing crowd. Something flashed behind those topaz eyes. “I don’t want you coughing or anything either,” he continued, wrapping his jacket around your frame and pulling you outside the door, his arm around your shoulders. “Last time, you got something particularly nasty and it stayed with you so long that I couldn’t even kiss you for a week!” You tried to shush him, but you couldn’t. He kept up the tone while taking you to your car, parting the crowd of people. “I won’t let anything happen to you, so if you ever need anything, just call me okay?” You nodded, and handed him back his jacket. “Bye _____-chi~!” 

Akashi: He noticed you stiffen visibly when you entered the elevator. As more people began to file in, your legs began to buckle. Immediately, before you could stumble to regain your balance, he swung you up in a bridal position, almost taking out an old lady’s head with your heels. “Excuse me, please exit out of the elevator. A person is in need of medical assistance.” When only a few shuffled out, Akashi, annoyed, began to bellow out. “Please exit out of the elevator. If you do not do as I say, you will all be pressed charges for not evacuating during an emergency.” At that statement, people began to file out quickly back into the concert hall. As soon as the air cleared around you, he noticed you regaining consciousness. “It’s just fucking claustrophobia, Sei,” you mumbled, trying to pull yourself together. 

Kuroko: You tried not to scream at the gruesome display in front of your neighbor’s house. It was dark, the night before Halloween, and as much as you expected that bloody hand to extend from out of the ground…you still screamed. Then, you heard the drop of something liquid right behind you. Turning around, you saw Kuroko’s vanilla milkshake on the ground. Your boyfriend’s eyes were wide open, staring at the thing on your neighbor’s lawn. “Wh-what is that, ___-chan?” Before you could respond, he took your hand and pulled you away. “Come on, let’s go,” he mumbled, leaving his poor milkshake behind. 

Takao: “I can’t believe you forgot the way to our car,” you muttered to your boyfriend, as you both continued walking down a shady street in the downtown district. In reality, this was not a safe place to be, especially for two teenagers when it was near midnight. The possibility of getting mugged was unnervingly likely. “I’m sorry,” he said, gripping your sweaty hand tighter. “I’m really sorry. I’m an idiot,” he mumbled, pushing a hand through his dark hair. You could tell he was starting to walk faster, eyes averting the homeless people on the sides of the street. “This way,” he whispered, maneuvering around a bus stop where a drugged old man sat. “Kazu,” you whispered urgently. “Kazu!” He shut his eyes a second longer and reopened them. “If we get mugged and hurt, it’ll be my fault. I know,” he said again. “Kazu, I just remembered I dropped a pin at our parking spot on my phone.” You saw him audibly breathe a sigh of relief. “Well…lead the way mad’am.” 

Kiyoshi: As soon as he heard your high-pitched shriek,he immediately dropped the game controller and rushed into the bathroom. You were on the floor, hair a dripping wet mess. “____, are you hurt?” He picked you up off the floor and onto your bed. His concerned, brown eyes skimmed over your body for any signs of injury. A second later, it focused on the growing bruise on your right kneecap. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” he asked. You were visibly confused, blinking rapidly at his sudden statement. “Wait, what? Teppei?” Kiyoshi took this as a sign that you weren’t going to tell him what had led to your injury, so he just simply reached from under the bed, pulling out some medicinal oil and gauze. “You know, if you don’t bandage it and keep walking on an injured knee,” he continued, oblivious to your confused expression. “You’re going to get hurt even more.” “Teppei,” you managed to force out, after your brain fully registered what was happening. “Teppei, I screamed because there’s a spider in the bathroom, and if you don’t kill it…” Suddenly, his bright, brown eyes snapped towards you with understanding. “Why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” You rolled your eyes. Damn it, Teppei. 



A/N: Yay! 1000 followers?! You guys are the freaking best. As promised, here is a super special Ryan/Reader fic to thank you guys for all your support over the past year and a half. I truly can’t believe how awesome and supportive you guys have been, even when I stopped writing Ryan fics. So I wanted to come out of retirement to put this together for you guys. Enjoy! Here’s a link to the song I used. Drabbles Masterpost.

Summary:  It’s the big day, the day you’ve been waiting for since the second he slid that ring on your finger. It’s time for you and Ryan to get married.

Pairing: Ryan Haywood/Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Some swearing, Tons of fluff, just so many feels

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anonymous asked:

lol i love seeing white people freak out over not being compared to racist asfdhghjhkl!! your answer to that last anon literally sounds like pewdiepies apology video. yes i am comparing you to pewdiepie, because what you're doing is not that different. i literally never called you a racist? just said the way you justified your text post is the same way he justified his racist video.

how…………i’m rly yelling rn. first off i never said you called me racist so ??? i said how tf is me calling someone i find ugly on my own blog at all the same as a white man casually dropping the n slur. this website is wild


I find it so irritating funny how a girl who is described in a book as having bronze-skin with black hair, and is clearly described to have coloring that is different from all the other whiteys in the setting, and who has family members who are all described as brown-skinned and clearly POC, and comes from a country filled with POC, will still be fancasted as some pale-skinned, dark-haired white girl just because the description also has the girl’s eyes being green. Like heaven forbid POC actually have eye color that is anything other than brown. No, only white people, apparently, have different colored eyes.

I am so fucking moved by One Day at a Time. It’s only 13 episodes long yet I have found myself to tear up/cry at most episodes. I just- I don’t know. I think Penelope’s character is so amazing to me.
Before you guys say anything - I know, I am white & this show is about Cuban culture and I am in no shape or form trying to connect with a culture which isn’t mine so I just thought I’d put that out there before anything.

I love Penelope’s character so freaking much. I relate to her. I struggle with depression/PTS too and to see someone go through the struggles she faces really hit home for a reason. But the main reason why this show has impacted me so much is because of how amazingly her character deals with these situations. She is such a strong character & she has such courage and ugh I can’t begin to describe how much I adore her character.

Also I was able to take an outsider’s standpoint and this show really made me realise some of the struggles Latinx people living in America face. They do an amazing job at representing the struggles of immigration or the stereotypes and it’s opened my eyes to something I thought i was mildly informed about!

Also I loved elenas coming out storyline. It wasn’t cheesy or forced or anything - it was real and it had real issues and thoughts and especially for Latinx people I can understand it being an amazing form of Rep. I’m so happy about this show.

My thoughts are all jambled but I’ve just spent the whole day watching it and I’m overcome with emotion. feel free to add your reasons as to why this show is special!

Masters Of Confidence

Part 7

BTS - You

Word Count: 1,364

Summary: Be careful who you trust the devil was once an angel

                    and these angels wanted to be remembered…

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7

A/N: Sorry for the late update. I will upload part 3 of Chess series tomorrow.

Did I ever mention I love penthouses?

Rooms stationed next to each other, shiny wooden floors that reflect your face as you walk towards the open space, windows that cover the walls completely and the feeling of the city just below your feet.

Huge bedroom that contained a king sized bed that is covered with black sheets, matching the dark interior and the curtains that did no favor of hiding the inside from the possible eyes that would see it, if they were to look up as they drive through the highway.

The house had everything I adored and wanted.

Well other than the couple that was busy eating each other’s faces as I watched them from the creak of the fitted wardrobe with a disgusted expression.

It’s an easy job, he said, a little favor and I will solve your problems.

The blond woman made a sound that resembled a dying hippo as I prayed whichever god that was out there to solve this mess. The man pinned her to the bed with his body and she giggled. He wasn’t young, that was evident. Still the man was good looking for his age, and rather fit just like the woman who was busy trying to undo his shirt. She must have been in her late twenties, her dyed hair, glasses that were thrown somewhere in the room and high pitched, fake cries left me wondering if she was actually with him to begin with.

“Take a photo.”

Fit or not, I wasn’t in this to see old people getting it as I cried in the corner after the trauma.

And the gods must have heard me as Frank Sinatra’s’ Ring-a-Ding Ding echoed in the apartment, earning a grunt from the man before he grabbed the phone that sat just next to the bed.

“What is it now?!” he barked as he pushed woman’s’ hand that was resting on his shoulder. “Okay. I will be there.”

Note to self: remember to buy his record as a thank you.


He threw the clothes that he was so eager to get rid of a second ago towards his companion and told her to get up.

I let out the breath I was holding the whole time after I heard the click coming from the main door, signaling that they left.

A laugh came from the other end of the ear piece I was wearing.

“You should have taken a photo.” He said as I got out of the tiny space “We would use it in the future.”

“And then they would see it was taken from their wardrobe.” I replied “I can’t believe I broke into a freaking house!”

“I don’t see what the problem is.” He said as I made sure no one was coming back. “You are a thief anyway.”

I went towards the dresser and opened the first two drawers to be greeted by tasteless turtle necks and t-shirts.

“Pickpocket, yes. But I am not a burglar.”

“A pickpocket that knows how to pick locks…” he trailed “Sure, that sounds logical.”

“Shut up and tell me what it looks like Yoongi.”

He chuckled as I left the room to search the office. “I told you already. White folder that has a blue eagle logo on it.”

The office was small compared to other rooms but held a much bigger presence with dark walls, bookcases that covered the walls and classical furniture. Passing all of that, I went to the study table that stood in the middle of the room and opened the drawers one by one. My third guess was lucky and I smiled to myself as I took the folder.

“Don’t take anything else, do you hear me.” The voice rang in my ears after I told him that I had the target in my hands.

I placed the watch I found next to the computer back at its place, accidently knocking a photo frame.

“What do you think I am?”

“An opportunist. Now get out of there and use the same way you came.” He answered.

Getting up, I closed all the drawers and searched for anything that looked out of the ordinary before fixing the frame.

Just as I was about to leave, the photo it contained peeked my interest.

A family of three was standing near what looked like a beach and were smiling. The woman that looked like the mother had dark brown hair and light makeup, her arm linked with a younger man that stood beside the older gentleman that was home earlier.

“Is he married?” I asked.

“Why are you still there?” he retorted ignoring my question.

“The woman he was with wasn’t his wife.”

“And? Mr. Lim is a cheater, big news.” He yawned “Now get out.”

Looking at the picture once more, I carved what the young, handsome man and the smiling woman that supported a motherly and proud smile looked like to my mind.

As I left the house thinking about the man’s actions, I felt a little less regretful.


“The meeting is in two days.” Namjoon stated, examining the papers that he took out of the folder.

I wrinkled my nose in distaste. The smell of the dumpster I rolled into as I tried to escape the building was still evident even though they sprayed me with tons of deodorant, not letting me use their shower.

As soon as I got inside their base, they took what they have been waiting for and ignored my presence after settling at the table in the common room.

I stayed standing, not intending to leave before I had the payment that they promised.

“We know that it will not be a formal meeting, thanks to Jimin.” He continued “He will be hosting an event for the potential buyers. I say we send Jin.”

“He shouldn’t be alone Joon.” Interrupted Hoseok.

“Park Seungjun will be there to meet me.” Jin replied.

“That is not enough. He will leave you alone after he takes care of his own problem.”

“They know what Jimin and Jungkook look like.” Namjoon explained “What did you guys tell them exactly when you met?”

“That we were assigned by the CEO of the Lee Corporation and that he was interested in his offer.” answered Jungkook with a bored expression.

“Just like you told us to do.” Jimin added as he rolled his eyes.

“Their faces are already known and we are going in with another identity.” He said facing the screen behind the table “By now they should know that Mr. Lee didn’t send anyone.”

“We don’t have many options Joon. We only have four field man.”

“I can do it.” Cut in Taehyung, making all the other eyes turn to him. A minute of silence passed before Yoongi shuddered and let out a no.

“Why not.” The man whined and looked at their leader to defend him.

“Because we are only starting and we don’t want any innocent civilians to go home with an amnesia at the end of the night.” Hoseok agreed much to the younger guys’ dismay.

Silence took over once again as all of them lowered their heads, thinking.

Namjoons’ eyes met mine for a brief second, just before a creepy smile appeared on his face.

“I have an idea.” He started catching everyone’s attention as they turned to see what he was looking at.

“No!” Jin and I said at the same time, the action making Jungkook chuckle.

“Come on fast hands.” He took a few steps towards my direction “You just have to act for a few hours. Easy.”

“You said the same thing last time.” I replied pointing my finger in an accusing manner “But I was almost caught by a horny cheater.”

He stopped and gave my body a full check before looking straight at my eyes with furrowed burrows.

“I will pay you double.”

I sighed and waited a few minutes, considering pros and the cons.

People say money is not the most important thing in life, love is.

Good think I love money than.

“I will not wear a skirt.” I said as he smiled once again.



One is KNK as you guys can see but I only used the surname for the other member…Can you guys guess who it is??

My other works are doing better than this series I guess but I wont stop writing it….Well because it is like my baby…

But if you guys could give me feedback I would be grateful!

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Anyway thank you for reading. Have a nice day!


high school au

high school au where ben and rey are seniors and the only class they have together that year is P.E. Ben is sort of the other school jock who’s really good at sports but not with girls and thinks he’s hot shit bc his biceps are a little more developed than the other guys. Rey is the sarcastic geek girl with terrible hand-eye coordination so she mainly just prefers to stay on the sidelines eating chicken nuggets when the teacher isnt looking. 

Ben and rey NEVER get along in P.E. and its worse when rey has to be on his team during a period of basketball or whatever team sports they’re required to do. She never passes the ball and when she does, she passes it to the wrong team which leads to a string of insults between Ben and Rey every time they pass by each other on the court. many creative middle finger hand gestures thrown in Ben’s general direction

they continue on like this til the end of the year when…PLOT TWIST. rey is in the lunchline getting her sugary chocolate milk and pre-heated chicken sandwich. She goes to sit down at her usual table situated as far away as possible from Ben. Poe and finn are there. Suddenly Ben is seen walking towards their table. Rey doesnt know because her back is turned but Poe and finn see him and theyre freaking out bc thats definitely NOT normal. the whole school knows they’re sworn enemies. 

Poe’s like “dude, snow white is definitely walking over here…”

and finn’s like “the world’s gonna end omg”

rey: *struggles to open her ketchup packet*

So like, Ben stops at their table and he’s like hovering over them like a vulture or some shit.. and poe’s clearing his throat to get rey’s attention. Rey looks up and sees Ben and she’s like ‘the fuck do u want?… Ok look, if ur here to tell me how bad i am at dodgeball its because i actually am and i don’t care-”

Then Ben interrupts her and he’s like “no i came here to ask you to prom”

and rey’s like “Hold the fuck up. you said WHAT?”  Poe is losing his shit. Finn has never been more entertained in his life. 

“Will you be my prom date?” ben repeats. he hasnt even blinked yet. 

After a few seconds, rey responds with a “yes” and poe actually falls down and doesnt get up. A few people are looking their way, including some teachers because rey and ben never talk to each other unless they’re insulting each other. 

fast forward to prom night: ben turns out to be a pretty great dancer and they have a lot of fun. he even offers to get their photos taken. sort of those cheesy backdrops with flowers and a fake sunset. 

afterwards they stop at Denny’s cause thats where u go after prom. They order a shit ton of breakfast. LOTS of pancakes and whipped cream. Ben eats alot. LIke, he ate an entire stack of pancakes and ordered extra bacon and eggs. Rey is pretty impressed bc she didnt know that anyone could eat more than her. He tells her finally that he asked her to be his date bc he once read somewhere that opposites attract and he wanted to see if that was true. Rey tries really hard not to laugh. 

Then they just sit there awhile with food comas and rey’s like “I actually had a pretty great time.” She looks at him, “this doesnt change anything though. I still hate you.” 

And he’s like “don’t sweat it. the feeling is mutual.” He smiles and rey thinks that he should probably smile like that more often but she doesn’t tell him though. 

she replies “Good.” 


when i see these freaks being interviewed on viet-am tv stations only bc they are both unimpressively white and unimpressively fluent in vietnamese, all i can think about is how those slots should belong instead to 1st & 2nd gen diaspora that are struggling to preserve the culture of our parents in our tongues, are splitting at the seams between our home life and our professional lives, are breaking our backs against the tide of white assimilation. celebrate us. do not celebrate that old white man that only wishes to consume us, not feed us; that only wishes to vacation in the vietnamese sun, not weather the vietnamese monsoon. his heart does not ache for the homeland like does mine. i only ever feel subtle mists of encouragement to continue the painful process of peeling back the whiteness that has become so comfortable to wear. perhaps if our meek accomplishments were celebrated like this white man’s, we would have the courage to be as fluent you always wish we were.